Xiaodao sat at the end of the seat on the left, while Yue Pingsheng sat at the end of the seat opposite Xiaodao. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There are two rows of musicians and drums standing around the main hall, and against the backdrop of this music, the hall looks joyful, but vaguely I always feel that something is wrong, and the knife is sweating in the palm of my hand at the moment, and I am inexplicably nervous.

First of all, it is incredible that the last few people on the list can defeat the people on the heavenly list, although there are a few cases every year, but the few people who lost today are the top people in the heavenly list, which is extraordinary.

The second is that the ghost woman has not appeared yet, and the rest of the people, Shura, and the god operator seem to be very nervous.

Then there was the delay in the appearance of the pavilion master, according to the situation in previous years, the pavilion master should have sat down early at this moment.

Fu Xi and Bian Shuyao also walked in at this moment. Fu Xi looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the knife's body, he smiled with satisfaction, and slowly walked to his position.

After a while, "The Pavilion Master has arrived!" Two guards began to shout out of the side door on the right side of the front of the main hall.

The pavilion master was in a brocade robe as always, but this time he was still wearing a stainless steel mask. The pavilion master was followed by two people, who should be Qinglian and Wanyue of the Star Picking Hall.

"The banquet has begun, everyone please feel free!" It was not the pavilion master who spoke, but the waning moon beside him. Wanyue is a woman, and no one has ever seen her appearance, except for the pavilion master. Her skin is very white, her nose is very straight, her chin is beautiful, her lips are thin, and her voice is very good, and she can also guess from the strong suit she is wearing, she has a good figure, although all this is very attractive, but it should not be her who speaks at this time!

Although there is another situation that makes Knife uneasy, the time has come, and what he has to do must be done.

At this moment, Fu Xi stood up, raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "Today is the annual sword conference of Lanyue Pavilion, it is rare for everyone to gather together, let us toast the pavilion master together." ”

This call made everyone present stand up and raise their wine glasses in their hands, and this moment was a signal for the knife, a signal for action.

At this moment, two corpses suddenly fell above the main hall, falling heavily in the middle of the main hall, the flesh and blood of the corpses were blurred, it was already difficult to distinguish what it looked like, the strong smell of blood spread, and a few people even vomited directly what they had just eaten.

Just as everyone's eyes were fixed on the two corpses, the knife slowly stood up with his glass, while his other hand threw out the four cylinders at the same time with great speed, so fast that no one knew where they came from. As everyone noticed, the four cylinders made a tiny noise at the same time.

"It's not good! protect the Pavilion Master!" I don't know who shouted, and the atmosphere that was peaceful just now suddenly became tense and messy.

The mechanism of the cylinder opened, and dozens of long needles shot in all directions, and everyone present either dodged behind the pillar, and some lifted the table in front of them.

The long needles in the cylinder have all been shot out in the blink of an eye, accompanied by the ignition in the main hall all extinguished, and the surroundings are pitch black, only the ghostly light of the dragon's head eyes above the pavilion master's golden throne is faintly visible.

The knife had already retreated dozens of steps, clinging to the corner of the wall, and it was dark all around, he didn't know who would attack at this time, from where, so he could only stand in the corner of the wall and reduce the direction of attack as much as possible.

The surroundings fell into darkness, and the sound of drums stopped abruptly, but the hall did not fall into calm at all, but was louder than just now, and the sound of messy footsteps forced from the hall to the position of the pavilion master, the sound of the blade coming out of its sheath, the sound of the sword cutting through the throat, the screams, and the sound of a fight all showed that this surprise attack was premeditated.

Suddenly, there was another loud rumbling sound, and the entire hall seemed to be encased in an iron cage.

At this moment, the hall was truly quiet, returning to the peace that should have been in the darkness, but the calm of this moment was even more terrifying than just now.

Fu Xi took out a fire fold from his arms, skillfully divided it, and instantly turned into four, and then threw it into the air, and landed on the four oil lamps on the big pillar accurately.

Good means, Xiao Dao secretly admired in his heart, in such a dark hall, throwing out at the same time and hitting at the same time, I don't know how many times I have to train this technique to succeed at one time, it seems that Fu Xi has made no more preparations for today.

The hall was re-illuminated, although it was not as bright as the lights just now, but everything in front of him was also clearly seen, the original dozen or so guards next to him all fell in a pool of blood, except for the six people in the hall, the rest of the killers on the seats also fell to the ground, only Ding Zifang and Mo Cheng struggled on the ground. Yue Pingsheng also hid in the corner like a knife. Only Dai Yihuai and Bian Shuyao stood by the big pillar with the wound on their hands covering their shoulders, vigilantly observing the surroundings. The hall master of the Wind Sound Hall is not forgotten, the hall master of the Moon Shadow Hall Di Bin, the hall master of the Casting Gold Hall Xue Miaoren and Fu Xi, as well as Qinglian and the waning moon are guarding the pavilion master.

"Who are you?" asked the Hall Master of the Wind Hall, Mo Yusheng, who was obviously the oldest of all the Hall Masters, and he was the only one under the Pavilion Master who was the most qualified to speak.

"Fengshengtang, there is no organization in the world that can be compared, how can you not guess where we come from?" A yin and yang strange voice came out among the six people.

"You, are you as cool as water at night?" Mo Wusheng couldn't believe it, this person's body shape and tone were exactly the same as those of the Liang Xianggong of the Immortal Palace in the intelligence, bewitching as Ji and handsome, "Then who are the others?"

"On the seventh day of the seventh month, when no one broke the soul in the middle of the night. One of them came out and said, "Kill in the Yellow Spring!"

"Are you the Yellow Spring?" asked Mo Wangsheng in surprise.

"Yes, Du Kill is Yellow Spring, Yellow Spring is Du Kill. Du Kill said.

"And how many others are July?"

"Not bad!" said Du Slay.

The rest of the people smiled ghostly and stood up one by one.

"The slave family is gentle. Ren Xiaoqi said.

"Poor monks save the suffering, save the suffering monks," Meng Chen said.

"The bloody hand urges Hongdu," Bian Peng said.

Guanshan is the cool minister, and Shura is the night rakshasa.

Four of the six had their masks torn off their faces, revealing their true colors.

Yue Manlou looked at the two of them and was shocked, and a wave of anger rose spontaneously, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"Why did only six people come in July, could it be that they looked down on me like this?" asked Mo Wangsheng.

"Six is enough. Du Kill said.